Ebionite Echo

i tire...

dysfunction-malfunction junction

i am so sick of pulling levers

flicking switches

tugging ropes

pressing buttons

typing codes...

different combinations

but the loop

this monotonous circuit

comes round the same...

empty train

no cargo

no passangers

just a hollow miscarriage

there is an indistinct serveyor

standing on the platform

i hear his her dumb counter

registering the no ember of passengers

if i count them

the exhales

of their dissapointment

i would know my age

like counting the rings of

a cursed fig tree